Side One : The pure joy of Saddle Stitching Marking the stitches with the pricking irons and using a hammer to hit something. The peaceful calm of pulling the Linen thread through the Beeswax and threading the needles. Piercing the holes with the awl. Positioning the pieces inside the stitching clamp The calming rhythm of stitching while listening to background music. The satisfaction of a lovely, finished row. The joy of looking at the finished piece and thinking “I did this purely with my hands”
Side 2: The frustration of Saddle stitching Marking the stitches with the pricking iron and it moves, now the row is not straight, the piece is ruined, and I have to recut. Missing the iron and hitting my hand with the hammer! “******!” The thread keeps breaking or keeps getting tangled and I have to rethread lots of times. But then the row looks messy! So, I take out all the stitching and start again. Piercing the holes with the awl, but put in the wrong way, the hole looks odd, drives me crazy so I recut I lose the rhythm when stitching, the beginning looks fine, but the end of the row “Meh! To ease the itch in my brain I have to take out the stitching and start again. Or I have a hissy fit, say lots of rude words” **************! Then I go and get some chocolate or cake and start again.